Whoops, I forgot to post reasons.
Sword of Truth books - um, do I really need a reason? Well, here's a few: one-dimensional, black and white characters (the heroes are always RIGHT, no matter what, and the villains are always WRONG, EVIL and very caricatural); blatant and constant overuse of deus ex machina and contrived plot devices; a magic system he makes up as he goes just to suit his story; droning speeches about why Objectivism Is Good and Collectivism Is Bad that go on for pages and pages and that gets represented in the most morally bankrupt fashion; pages upon pages of depictions of rape and almost-rape (I swear, the main chick gets almost-raped in every other book): man-on-man rape, man-on-woman rape, woman-on-man rape, woman-on-woman rape; a trite, repetitive prose worthy of a failing 5th grader (how many times does he use "raptor gaze" to describe the protagonist's eyes - nevermind that raptors don't exist in that world), cheesy, pompous and non-believable dialogue; do I really need to go on?
Ender's Game - The plot itself is grotesquely stupid: where all the most brilliant military strategists in the world have failed to defeat an incoming alien menace, they turn to Ender, a little boy who's supposedly "gifted" (examples of his shining intelligence is how he comes up with basic tactics in their "game room", the room where the children-soldiers train - I mean okay, pretty cool for a 6-year old, but that's it), to do it for them, in the manner of playing a simulation video game that wasn't really one after all - genius! Not to mention Ender being an annoying violent little douchebag. Along with that follows a subplot about his even more annoying teenage siblings whose anonymous blogging somehow enable them to control the world of international politics. Add to that little to no character development, mediocre prose and pages and pages of descriptions of tedious game room mock battles and you got a true stinker. How this piece of total garbage managed to win so many awards is anyone's guess.
Interview With a Vampire - dull and slow-paced, a coma-inducing story about weepy homoerotic vampires. Enough said.
Le petit sauvage - a man is having a mid-life crisis and tries to return to his childhood by leaving his wife and having lots of sex and remembering his childhood trivia. As generic as this is, we're supposed to think it's deep and insightful despite the generic writing and the total lack of research (I *love* his caricatural portrayal of the Québécois when his protagonist ends up in Montréal - I guess that's French chauvinism for you). It's certainly pretentious and very, very, very boring. I couldn't relate to anyone, in fact, I kind of hated every single character and wanted them to die in a blaze of fire. I cheered when the protagonist died of a slow agonizing brain cancer at the end.
One of the most irritating thing about this book though, was the context in which I read it, though. Last year of high school, we had to read and study this silliness. And then later on we had to pick a book to read for an oral presentation - but it couldn't be any book. Fair enough. But we couldn't use any science-fiction, horror, war-themed or fantasy book, according to the teacher - not our actual teacher, but a vapid wench of an intern who thought she knew something of literature by shoveling this garbage down our throat. Anyway, she said that she disallowed those because it was all "easy" reading. Lord of the Rings is "easy reading", Victor Hugo is "easy literature" - but this French hack is, of course, a literary genius who will be remembered in centuries to come, right? Stupid bitch. Oh yeah, when a guy asked if he could read some novel about the Vietnam war (I forgot the title), she said no, but she said "you can read a Vietnam war book if, say, it's about an American soldier who falls in love with a Vietnamese woman...". I kid you not, we had to read something according to her shallow romance tastes or else we were disqualified. She also gave me dirty looks all the time because I had openly bashed Le petit sauvage in class once, and made sure I had the lowest grades possible. Nevermind that the actual, permanent teacher gave me high grades the rest of the year, and he was the sternest teacher ever when it came to spelling and grammar; somehow this wench managed to find tons of reasons to dunk points and highlight everything in red from the works I turned in. It was nearly ten years ago, but I still hope the stupid bitch never made it to teacher, or that she got fired early on if she did.
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*Heinlein bashing*
*semi-Anne Rice praising*
*GRRM bashing*
*Poe bashing*
Dude, you suck. Really.